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bxshful:

thomas adverted his eyes up to the boy, feeling a bashful, crimson stain possess the apples of his cheeks and cling to the shells of his ears as he pressed his palms flat down against the cover of the sketchbook. “um, sorry but…no. i was working on an assignment for class.” the brunette cleared his throat and redirected his focus to the books that were now splayed along the table top. thomas was never one to judge others, it certainly wasn’t in his nature- excluding cam and eliza of course. the lanky boy sunk into jnto his chair, abling himself to more easily read the spines of the dusty books. encyclopedias…? and A LOT of them.

thomas had an evident look of confusion splayed on his young features, the college student not understanding why someone would need an encyclopedia. he knew their purpose, of course, but he didn’t know anyone who actually accessed them. perhaps it was an assignment, maybe he was a student as well. “…if you don’t mind me asking,” thomas began warily, flickering his gaze back up at the other. “why do you have so many encyclopedias?” 

He flashed the boy a charming grin. Or at least, what he thought was charming. It definitely looked more like he was constipated. “It’s okay, man. I totally get it. You don’t wanna admit your undying love for me, and that’s fine.” 

After offering up a sympathetic nod, hands went back to the pocket of his backpack, whipping out his cheese slices. “I don’t mind at all, lover boy.” He plopped the bright orange, wholly artificial package onto the table in front of him. “You see... the librarian has it out for me.” Deft fingers began to unwrap the plastic. “She threatened me, dude. Straight up told me she was gonna get me, whatever that means.” He lifted a single slice from the package, holding it up and staring as though it was The Ark of the Covenant. “So every Tuesday, I come in here, and stick some cheese into these dusty ass books.” 

His eyes flicked back to Thomas. “Soon enough, it’s gonna smell like somethin’ died in here.”

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@saskicohen: who wants to hijack the aux cord and blast aaron's party (come get it) with me tonight

@saskicohen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0p3jn7ODuc

@notclarkkent: @saskicohen these LOOKS.... i gotta step up my game!

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bxshful:

SWIPING a wet tongue over dry and parted lips, thomas’ eyes feasted on the drawing his articulate hand was currently working on, almost watering as he kept them open as long as he could handle, only blinking if he absolutely had to. grey graphite was smudged on his fingers due to his hand smearing the fine lines to soften them, his back hunched and glasses perched on the tip of his nose ( not bothering to push them up, knowing they’d only fall back down again ) as he bent over his sketchbook. 

he was so focused that the library felt empty. any talk that was happening only sounded like a minor buzz as it was drowned in perfect arpeggios performed in one of mozart’s symphonies ( number 40, to be specific ) that was playing through plastic ear buds. 

it was no surprise that when the person who had decided to join him in the vacated area of the library SLAMMED down their books- he jumped. he gasped the word “shit!” under his breath as his pencil sharply gliding in the wrong direction, eyes flickering up as he yanked his headphones out with his other hand. “- dude, you scared me” he panted, eyes bulging from his head, trying his best not to look down at his defaced work, quickly shutting the sketchbook so they too couldn’t see. 

Clark made an effort to stop by the local library at least once a week, and always with a pack of Kraft singles in tow.

A month prior, the librarian had told him to “shut his ugly yapper” ( or maybe she had just shushed him, but he preferred the dramatics of the former ) as he had put on an intricate reenactment of Fifty Shades of Grey in the children’s section. Needless to say, he was not a happy boy. Since that fateful day, he’d decided upon a revenge plot so foul, it would take months of his precious time to execute. But he was dedicated. He was willing.

He dropped the books down without much regard for the kid currently scribbling on the tabletop. His selection today was comprised entirely of old, dusty encyclopedias — the perfect specimen. He halted partway to the backpack pocket where his slightly melted cheese slices were currently making residence, shooting the stranger, and his now closed sketchbook, a dreamy look.

"Are you drawing me?” He fluttered his lashes like a Disney princess. “I’m flattered.” 

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elizamcrquis:

eliza’s hands hung awkwardly in the air for the few short seconds after he had rapidly grabbed the movie back from her. it had been ripped from her so quickly, it took the brunette a moment for her mind to catch up. “ um, you’re welcome?? glad to know i saved you from another night of being hopelessly alone. now you have demi and joe to keep you company. “

“Hey, I’ll have you know I am strictly a Nick Jonas kinda guy,” he replied with a bit too much conviction, stuffing the DVD deep into his hoodie pocket. “The way he sings about moon lookin’ like a toenail? Melts my icy heart.” 

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@notclarkkent: i just shit myself

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elizamcrquis:

“ hey, hey wait up!! ” eliza called, hurrying after the other. “ you dropped this. and i doubt the local pawn shop will take much for it, so i thought i’d a good samaritan just this once… even though my rent’s due in a week. “ she said, extending the item towards them.

He hastily snatched his copy of Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam from her outstretched hands, staring at it like it was his most treasured family heirloom. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without it.”

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nessaharris:

Vanessa grimaced the stranger sat across from her began to dig in between his teeth with a lone finger in an attempt to free the vegetation that was caught between them. “You don’t brush your teeth after eating breakfast?” she asked, before realizing that he’d pried the suspect leaf from his incisors and had held it out for her. She swatted his hand away and leaned back in her seat, her free hand grasping the edge of the table for support. “Put it near me again and I’ll amputate that finger.”

“Do you actually brush your teeth every morning? Fuckin’ nerd.” He flicked the fleck of green into the horizon, sporting an especially shitty grin. “You know... go ahead and amputate it anyway. I always wondered what it’d be like to have a little stump to wave around.” He bent his index finger at the knuckle, frantically wobbling it in her face. “Start a new trend.”

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conye-west:

“Man, listen,” He said with a mock roll of his eyes, not even bothering to attempt to get the sauce off his face despite his secret embarrassment. “First of all, this is a judgement-free zone, okay? I’m just trying to live my life without being harassed. Secondly… Hypocrite,” He added, pointing to the small spot of sauce on Clark’s chin and hiding a smile by taking another messy bite, not bothering to swallow before he spoke again. “Legalize marinara.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of savin’ for later, man?” He proudly jutted out his chin. “If I get hungry, this is gonna get me through. I’m a proud supporter of legalizing marinara.” He tossed his crust into the box ( like an absolute fiend ) before leaning back in his seat, letting out a particularly disgusting belch. “...Is this what it feels like to be pregnant?” 

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conye-west:

“What?” Connor suddenly questioned mid-sentence once he caught the other staring, entirely unaware that he was sporting a huge mess of pizza sauce on the left side of his mouth. “…Did I say something?”

Clark was in the midst of absolutely annihilating a piece of the pizza they were sharing when he noticed the disaster making residence on Connor’s face. He was rather pleased his intense (and frankly, creepy) stare worked. “You’re lost in the sauce, dude,” he replied, gesturing with his slice toward the Pollock-esque marinara splotch. 

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adamshw:

A day off from work was not something Adam was often afforded but, when he was, he preferred to lay low and do something that he really loved; absolutely nothing. He was sat in a corner booth at Green’s Pub, sipping his beer in silence when someone took the seat across from him. He arched a brow and set his glass down on the wooden tabletop, obviously annoyed by the disturbance that had interrupted his plans of doing nothing. 

“You need somethin’?”

Clark’s existence centered around his perpetual status of doing nothing. Well, not actually nothing. Just nothing of any substance. Nothing that was of benefit to humanity. Just how he liked it.  

“Yeah, you think you could check out this sick gash?” He propped his leg up onto the table. His pant leg was folded to the knee, revealing a massive scrape and a smattering of blood matted leg hair. “Does this shit look infected to you?” 

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nessaharris:

“Looks like someone’s been indulging in some leafy greens.” Vanessa’s eyes were fixated on the teeth of the person sitting across from her and had been for the past few minutes. Rather, her eyes were focused on the small piece of vegetation that was lodged between their central incisors as she attempted to conjure up a reason for someone not notifying them of it sooner. Her chin was resting in the palm of her right hand as her left lay flat against the tabletop, fingertips drumming a Queens of the Stone Age beat into the wood. “How long do you think that lettuce has been stuck between your teeth?” she questioned, eyes narrowing as she continued to peer at the small piece of green that contrasted with their pearly whites. “An hour? Two?”

“Is that what that is?” He hastily shoved a filthy finger into his mouth, rooting around at the green speck in question. He’d felt it nesting in between his teeth, but didn’t care enough to bother getting it out. Maybe he’d start a fresh look. “I had that burrito for breakfast.”

He pulled out the green mystery guest with a rather triumphant look, before holding it out to her. “You look like you could use some vitamins, my man. A treat for you.” 

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i never wrote a proper intro so what is up lads 

i’m holly and this is clark, who is a boy made of garbage 

i have a cool about page right here if u wanna know more about him, if you don’t.... i feel that. here are some Brief Details 

he’s adopted, and has two moms who he views as the embodiment of the devil & the angel that sit on your shoulders and whisper things into your ears

he moved to bone hill when he was 9 and he straight up hates it

he went to juvie when he was a teen bc he did a bunch of stupid shit ( ex: vandalizing, starting bar fights, using a fake id, setting shit on fire )

he is.... slightly better now? at least... better at not gettin caught lmfao 

he works at taco bell, which he regards as his favorite place on earth bc he loves to have a constant case of the shits 

literally his only actual passion in life is drumming ( if ur chara plays an instrument and u want them to have a Jam Sesh...... or even a band....... please hmu ) 

even tho he’s actually fairly smart. he’s really good at math. don’t tell anyone

overall though... he’s just an annoying & directionless piece of shit who cant take anything seriously, parties way too often, and smokes a ton of weed 

also he drunkenly married connor in vegas and doesn’t know it lol

i was gonna make a connections page but i didn’t cause i’m #lazee so if you’d like to plot please coast into my ims or pop a like on this post and i’ll Swooce Right In

or u can add me on skype ( hollynrl ) It Is All Fine 

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